Under the Microscope

by Cal Y. Pygia

 

For Christmas, Jennifer asked for a microscope¾ an expensive one. Carlos, of course, had no option but to buy her one, not if he wanted to continue to pound his cock up her ass, which, of course, he did want to do. The firm, compact globes of her delightful derriere¾ and the hidden entrance into the depths of her being, both physical (or sexual) and psychological¾ were sights worth any number of expensive microscopes or any other toys she might fancy. Carlos was only glad that he had the financial means to satisfy her whims; otherwise, she might be disinclined to satisfy his.

She enjoyed the microscope immensely. She used it to view every object she could think of, watching the flow of round, green chloroplasts through greatly magnified leaf veins, the movement of bacteria and protozoa through murky pond water she'd had Carlos collect for her amusement, and the mites she plucked from her own eyelashes¾ cooties, she called them.

One day, she got the idea to put Carlos' semen under the microscope. She'd never seen sperm up close¾ well, not that close up¾ and she was curious as to what it looked like.

She set the microscope up on the night stand, beside the bed, along with an eyedropper, slides, and other paraphernalia.

"What's with all that stuff?" Carlos asked, squinting at the microscope and other equipment.

She smiled enigmatically. "Just a little experiment."

Carlos frowned. "I don't like the sound of that."

"Relax," she replied. "It'll be fun." She told him what she had in mind.

"You know, it's amazing that you've never seen magnified images of sperm before, especially considering how much you like it."

Jennifer blushed. "That's something I plan to rectify."

Another thought occurred to Carlos. "Why mine?" he asked. "What's wrong with your own?"

As a transsexual, Jennifer thought that maybe her system contained too much estrogen. Maybe the hormone had affected her sperm. She'd prefer to have Carlos' semen under her microscope. If his sperm were anything like his cock and balls, the microscopic sex cells would be virile, indeed. "Nothing," she answered him. "I just like yours better."

Carlos shook his head. There was no reasoning with women, he thought, even those who had male genitals. "How do you intend to collect your specimen?"

She grinned. "That's the fun part."

Five minutes later, both Carlos and Jennifer were naked. He sat on the edge of their bed. Jennifer knelt on the floor in front of him. She leaned forward, taking his thick, long, hard cock into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth. Carlos sighed deeply as her lips gripped the shaft of his penis and began to slide back and forth, up and down. Jennifer paused to kiss and lick the purple glans, the reddened shaft, and the risen, compact scrotum that had tightened around Carlos' big, heavy balls. Then, she took his prick back into her mouth, and her head bobbed up and down, with a slow, steady rhythm, the pace of which she increased periodically until she was pumping her mouth hard and fast upon the trembling organ.

Carlos moaned. His penis was rock hard. It seemed that his entire consciousness, his whole being, had collected in his groin. All he could feel were the wonderful waves of pleasure that flooded his loins. His balls ached, and his dick lurched and strained inside the cunt of Jennifer's mouth. "Suck it, baby," he chanted. "Suck my dick. Oh! Suck it!"

Jennifer's tits jiggled as she continued to pump her mouth up and down the shaft of Carlos' cock. She loved the feel of them, swaying and jiggling. She loved the weight and fullness of them. Like her smooth, round ass, her tits were proof of her femininity. She loved the way they contrasted with the stiff, risen prick that jutted from her groin, above her small balls. Her body, as always, excited her. She loved being both male and female and, at the same time, neither sex. She loved being a transsexual, transcendent to sex and gender, a beautiful and magical creature who offered the best of both worlds to the man she loved, providing Carlos with feminine breasts, womanly cunt-ass, and a manly cock and pair of balls to enjoy however he wished. Of course, she also loved to masturbate him and to suck his cock. More than anything, even anal intercourse, which she enjoyed
immensely, Jennifer loved to suck his prick.

 

Carlos groaned, shifting his weight on the bed. His hips bucked as he struggled to thrust into his lover's mouth, a sign, Jennifer knew, that he was nearing orgasm. She continued to fuck him with her mouth, using her lips, her tongue, the inner walls of her cheeks, and even the edges of her teeth to coax him toward the point of no return. She concentrated on sucking his dick, focusing all her attention on this single task, wanting only to make him come.

"Uhhh!" Carlos cried, squirming on the bed. "Uhhh! Oh, God!"

He shot a jet of his warm, thick seed into Jennifer's mouth, and she tasted the familiar, salty, somewhat bitter fluid that spewed over her tongue and inner cheeks. She repressed the instinct to swallow.

His cock lurched and strained between her lips, spurting more of his vital essence into her cunt-mouth, and, again, she refused the urge to swallow. Again, the thrashing prick erupted, and another stream of Carlos' thick, musky semen gushed across her tongue. She did not swallow, even now, with her mouth full of her lover's semen. Carlos withdrew his wet prick, dribbling drops of his seed over her lips and chin and breasts, anointing her face and bosom with his virile fluid.

"Thanks, baby, that was great," he said. "You're a fantastic cock sucker." He caught sight of her erection. Her penis was thick and rigid, almost as long as his own. A drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, glistened at the tip of her purple glans. He smiled. "It looks like you enjoyed yourself, too."

She smiled, nodding, careful not to swallow her precious specimen. Rising, she went to her microscope, took a glass slide from the night stand, and drooled a generous sample of Carlos' semen onto the small rectangular sheet of glass. She opened her mouth over a small beaker, letting the rest of Carlos' semen spill into this receptacle, in case she needed more. Mounting the slide under the microscope, she positioned her eye above the eyepiece and focused the objective.

Her head jerked back, away from the instrument. Her eyes were wide with astonishment.

"What is it?" Carlos asked, a little startled by her reaction.

"They're moving!" she cried.

Carlos chuckled. "Of course, they're moving," he said.

She gulped, glad there were no longer any sperm in her mouth to be swallowed. "Carlos," she declared, "they're alive!"

He chuckled again. "Of course, they're alive. You knew that."

"But to see them, like that, their tails jerking and thrashing around so frantically, so desperately. It's like they're trying to find dry land, like they're drowning."

"They're not drowning," Carlos explained, frowning at Jennifer's ignorance. How could a chick with a dick be so uninformed about such matters? he wondered. "They're swimming, seeking the egg."

Jennifer looked confused. "The egg?"

"The female's egg. They're trying to fertilize it."

She looked mildly disgusted. "They look like tadpoles," she said.

Carlos laughed.

She looked at him, anger in her lovely sapphire eyes. "They were in my mouth, Carlos!" she remonstrated.

"They've been there before," he reminded her, "lots of times. They've been up your ass, too."

"They're disgusting," she said, "the way they look, the way they thrash their tails like that." She hugged herself, shuddering at the thought of how millions of these repugnant tadpole-things had been inside her mouth just a few minutes ago, writhing and thrashing as they swam aimlessly about on her tongue, seeking an egg that wasn't there. She thought of the countless times she'd swallowed such tiny monsters and of the multitude of times Carlos had spurted armies of them into the depths of her bowels. "They're gross!"

"Hey!" Carlos protested, annoyed. "That's my sperm you're talking about. Yours look the same."

She ignored his complaint. Shuddering, she proclaimed, "You're never ejaculating in my mouth or ass again."

Alarmed, Carlos cried, "What do you mean?"

"Just what I said," she replied.

"You're never going to suck my cock again? You're never going to let me fuck you again?"

She considered his questions. Maybe, she decided, she was being a tad unreasonable. "Only if you wear a condom," she relented.

Carlos got great satisfaction in pumping Jennifer's mouth or ass full of his semen. He wasn't about to let her hysterical reaction to seeing his sperm up close and personal under a fucking microscope ruin his fun. "You're going to suck and swallow," he commanded, "and you're going to let me spew my sperm deep inside your ass, too, or the microscope goes back to the store."

She glowered at him. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Maybe I'll just break the damned thing right now," he threatened. "All this nonsense over a bunch of sperm! It's stupid. It's crazy. You knew sperm are alive. You knew how they look. You knew they move. Why are you so shocked and repulsed by these facts all of a sudden?"

She knew he was right. Although she'd never seen sperm under a microscope before, she did know that the cells were alive, that they were essentially a wedge-shaped "head" with a snake-like body, and that they thrashed their tails back and forth to swim toward the woman's egg. She struggled to understand why she felt the way she did. "It's just different, seeing them magnified like that," she said. "I never think about them that way when I suck your cock or you're fucking me."

Carlos smiled, despite his annoyance at her. "I guess you have your mind on other things."

She blushed. "I guess I do," she confessed.

His smile broadened. "When you're sucking me next time, or I'm fucking you, it'll be the same way. The thought of my sperm as alive and moving won't occur to you. Well, maybe it will, for the next few times, but, after that, it will be the same as always. It won't bother you."

She considered his words. When she was sucking cock, nothing else mattered but satisfying him. All she thought about was his cock, his balls, and giving him the gift of pleasure. The same was true when he was pounding his cock up her ass. She cared for nothing but the savage brutality of his assault upon her buttocks and the feel of his
prick sliding back and forth within the tight circle of her anus. The thought of his sperm, as individual, living, moving creatures, was never a thought in her mind. "Okay," she said.

 

"You'll suck my cock and let me fuck you without a condom?"

"Yes."

"You'll swallow my semen?"

She nodded.

He smiled. "In that case, the microscope can stay."

She opened the drawer in the night stand. Ignoring the package of condoms, she took out the tube of water-based lubricant and handed it to Carlos, kissing his cheek. "Fuck me, please," she said. "Fill my ass with your sperm."

  

  

  

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